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[heksery]

The combination of 'unnervingly flawless self-control' with 'occasional tendency to engage in reckless, dangerous, and borderline self-destructive or death-seeking behaviour' in a character is SUCH catnip to me

#all in ~ patrick [musings] #background quilting ~ juliana [musings]

[heksery]

The combination of 'unnervingly flawless self-control' with 'occasional tendency to engage in reckless, dangerous, and borderline self-destructive or death-seeking behaviour' in a character is SUCH catnip to me

#all in ~ patrick [musings] #background quilting ~ juliana [musings]

[heksery]

noooo this blog got hit with the new update where the drafts tab and everything is just gone

#➵ ooc #i wanted to write and i know how to get around this but. #it's just such a big hassle.

[heksery]

WHY ARE YOU HERE? - JULIANA

To create

For as long as you can remember, it's never been enough to just experience this world as an observer. You aren't satisfied merely consuming the work of others. This world is rife with inspiration. You can't look at it without wanting to bring something of your own into it. It's not enough just to experience it, you have to depict those experiences, the ideas they inspire in you. Your feelings and thoughts churn inside you, begging to be given shape. You are full to the point of overflowing and you'll burst if you don't get it out somehow. You are a born artist, someone who can't live without creating something of their own along the way. Perhaps you wish there was some way you could pour this entire existence out into your work, engrave your entire being into something that will outlive you. There is a universe inside you and your greatest fear might just be dying before you can get it all out. So, don't let yourself be held back by fears of inadequacy. It's very vulnerable, to share yourself with the world as an artist does. Fear is only natural, but don't let it be what stops you. You're here to create what no one else can, to bring out into the world all the ideas you'd otherwise take to the grave. You are a person who will never exist twice, a human who will never walk this earth as you do now again. This life is an opportunity to do what no one else can do for you. So, don't waste it holding yourself back from creating the art that couldn't exist without you. Write, draw, sculpt, sing, do whatever it is you want to do! Even if it's clumsy, even if it doesn't turn out exactly like you wanted, you will have made something no one else can. No matter how many similar ideas others have, no one else will execute them exactly like you. The fruits of your hands can't be replicated. However subtle, they have a touch that no one else can imitate, your own unique fingerprint. What could be more worth devoting your life to, than bringing into this world that which couldn't exist without you?

tagged by: @freak1ish tagging: @barajabruja @dvarapala @adsagsona (jared)

#writing a pattern ~ juliana [hc] #accurate!

[heksery]

the stella maris

watercolor on paper, 8x10 inches

[image description: a watercolor painting of an old french privateer ship with three masts sailing on a choppy sea under mostly clear blue skies. a flag flies from the bow of the boat, showing a yellow compass rose on a blue and white background. end image description.]

#dead men tell no tales ~ egmund [musings]

[heksery]

RACHEL WEISZ photographed by Greg Swales for Variety Actors on Actors (2023)

#behind the mask ~ juliana [fc] #i posted pat and eg so i must post jules as well #this is also something shed wear

[heksery]

#privateering ~ egmund [fc] #stole these from martijns instagram

[heksery]

SUPERNATURAL 5.07

#royal flush ~ patrick [fc] #its not as if a gun would hurt him #so i like to think he was curious #and also probably thought dean is handsome xp

[heksery]

POV: You forgot to tell your witch he's the handsomest man to ever walk on earth and he's so hot, amazing, powerful, is/has a great ass and you might be kinda in love with all that (he is and you are, you're just shit at telling him), so now he's having a tiny meltdown | feat. @heksery

Reference under the cut, ofc it's Barbie

#reblogging this again #because i love it so much #and i love vi so much

[heksery]

POV: You forgot to tell your witch he's the handsomest man to ever walk on earth and he's so hot, amazing, powerful, is/has a great ass and you might be kinda in love with all that (he is and you are, you're just shit at telling him), so now he's having a tiny meltdown | feat. @heksery

Reference under the cut, ofc it's Barbie

#patrick and marianne #i love this so much??!! #hes so soft for her here jdhfhfhf

[heksery]

BARBIE (2023) dir. Greta Gerwig

#patrick and marianne

[heksery]

the only one who has kenergy is egmund. pat & jules are 100% barbie.

#ooc

[heksery]

Patrick lifted Gabriel's chin and pecked a soft kiss on his lips. "I know you're not, babe." His voice is gentler than it usually is. The archangel meant the world to the witch and it hurt him to see how distraught he sometimes was. "I once heard a wise person say that it's a strength to admit a weakness." Slowly, he ran his hand through Gabriel's golden hair to comfort him.

"You don't have to tell me anything that you don't want to. But I see you. I'm worried about you. I want you to know that."

"I... I know, Pat. I just.." Gabriel sighed closing his eyes for a moment as if trying to gather his thoughts. Despite trusting the poker witch completely, Patrick was one of the few people he Gabriel was comfortable enough to bring his wings out around, he still struggled to be open with him. Probably because he still struggled to be honest even with himself a lot of the time.

"I'm not good at this sort of thing. Admitting weakness..." He trailed off, avoiding Patrick's gaze.

#sugaraddictedarchangel #the game isnt over yet ~ patrick [thread]

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"what fools they are," egmund comments. udyati is a force to be reckoned with. yet she's also one of the warmest and most caring people he know. they should consider her as a whole. not just as an extraterrestrial threat.

he lifts his shoulders into a shrug. "both. it's complicated magic. you have to think about lots of different factors. this side, that side, everything inbetween. and the ingredients are costly and rare." lips quirk into a smile. "i haven't. can i name it in honor of you?" he asks her. "i could call it castle rao. that has a nice ring to it."

"that's the thing," udyati murmurs as she watches her friend shape a foundtain in the middle of the court yard. "no one considers the likes of me." deciding that it's too much of a hassle to keep her head raised, she plops down once again, making herself comfortable.

"yeah? how come? does it have to do with energy? or, you know, the magic incantation that's needed? i don't know how all of that works." which is to say: "how does it work? also, have you named your creation yet? every good creation needs a name."

#dvarapala #hoist the sails ~ egmund [thread]

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Patrick nodded in understanding. His old mentor Egmund had been likeminded: wandering, searching new experiences, without a real purpose.

"And do you like what it has to offer so far?" he asked, arching an eyebrow.

His blush only deepened, leaving him ducking his head a bit in an attempt to make it at least a little less obvious. When had he turned into nervous mess?

"Haven't decided yet. I only just got here." Stathis admitted with a shrug. "I like to wander. See what the world has to offer."

#sugaraddictedarchangel #the game isnt over yet ~ patrick [thread]

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Patrick glanced over his shoulder subtly to verify that the stranger was no longer tracking them. "Clearly what overcame you was an overwhelming sense of being in danger," he remarked calmly, as if he was grabbed by the arm by damsels in distress every day (he was not). "Apology accepted. Do you need me to walk with you for a bit?" he asked her. She still appeared rather anxious and it didn't feel right to let a lady so clearly terrified go on by herself.

Skylar finally unclenched her hand from his jacket as the threat finally left them alone, her hand throbbing from how tightly she held on. “I’m-I’m, so sorry, sir.” She wrapped her arms around herself tightly, trying to calm her racing heart and regain some level of control over herself. It was close, too close. “It’s very improper of me to grab a hold of you like that. I don’t know what came over me.” She said softly trying to deflect from the obvious danger that was less than a few steps away from her moments ago.

#phantomofagoodtime #the game isnt over yet ~ patrick [thread]

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Juliana picked up the bottle and inspected it carefully, rolling it over and over in manicured hands before she slid it into her handbag. "How am I supposed to shower when I am not allowed to get it wet?" she asked, glaring at Marianne. Personal hygiene is of the utmost important to the Dutch witch. "My arse is never 'handed to me'. This was an unfortunate coincidence of circumstances."

Victorious smirk graced burgundy lips. "I know a lot. You should know that by now." She shook her head. "Not so much. However, if either of you harms the other, I will not hesisate to take you down." She might as well have said that it's raining outside, that's how unnervingly neutral her tone is. It's her way of expressing how much she cares for the both of them... and the sharp edge of jealousy revealed that she might be worried about losing either or both of her friends.

Juliana's reactions went largely unnoticed as Marianne picked up the roll of bandages, not that she would have made much sense of it had she seen the other's expression. "Don't get it wet. Don't pull the stitches out on your own," she recited the instructions as she covered her little sewing project before sliding a half-finished tube labelled scar gel. "In the meantime, try not to get your arse handed to you."

While there was no telling what the witch had in mind, she couldn't find a reason not to respond. Still, it was quite unsettling how Jules' guesses were too near the truth. "Give or take a week? I suppose so? How did you even know-- " She pursed her lips in mild annoyance; maybe her under-eyes were like tree rings, by which you can tell the passing of time. "I appreciate your concern, if it's really about my eyebags," Marianne chuckled at the roundabout way she went just to comment on her face. "If it's Patrick you're worried about - he survived two months, I'm willing to bet he could survive two more."

#ignisregina #knit purl knit purl ~ juliana [thread]